This is a song about "Fanny flaps"

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

That shits a mind fuck, they deserved it, yet i get called the cooky cluck, this is just my luck,

My mouth im sparkin it now

Bitches ain't around one thou

I said i got my ass beat

Remove the gravity from your feet

Here i go again, searching for love

People living through phases

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Got the new retros on my feet

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I go through phases of violence

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Short skirts with some double d's they need some company